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Norris, he's the superintendent, is very old-fashioned and he'll never improve things." Robin racked her brains to recall Dale's and Adam Kraus' exact words. "He's letting the people live in awful houses and they don't have any fun or or anything. And Dale he's Beryl's brother says they'd work much better if they had everything nice.
For a finishing touch to her despised "best" dress, Beryl brought forth her green beads. Robin exclaimed over them, taking them out of Beryl's hand to hold them to the light. "Oh, they are lovely, Beryl, see the deep glow! They're like the sea. You ought to be proud of them." "They're just some beads an old priest gave mother when she was a girl," Beryl explained, making her voice indifferent.
"What is it, dear?" said Miss Cronin, sitting forward a little in her chair and laying aside her book. "I've brought back a friend, and I want you to know him. Come into my sitting-room." Miss Cronin got up obediently and remembering Mrs. Clem's words, looked at Beryl's cheek-bones and eyes. "Is it Mr. Craven?" she asked in a quavering voice. "Mr. Craven no! You know him already."
You must tip her the story that I am going away for a time abroad and that a young young, because I look a mere boy, dressed up in men's clothes a young cousin of mine, learned in the law, is going to drop in occasionally and do some of the work..." Norie: "I'm afraid I'm rather weak-willed. I ought to stop this prank before it has gone too far, just as I ought to discourage Beryl's babies.
"Did you want it for your mother?" broke in Robin, sympathetically. Beryl's face flushed redder. "Well, not exactly. That's the way it always is in books, but in life, when you're poor, it's each fellow for himself and there's not any time for your grand sounding self-sacrifice. I wanted it to buy a violin. That thing I've got's nothing but a cheap old fiddle.
If she had stayed away for years, if she had never come back, it would not have mattered to them. Beryl's lack of all affection for her did not seriously trouble her. She knew the dryness of vanity; she knew that it was practically impossible for a girl so vain as Beryl to care deeply, or at all unselfishly, for another woman. But Craven's conduct was not what she had looked for.
Brothers were always big strong fellows who sometimes teased their younger sisters but were always ready with a helping hand; fathers well, she knew about fathers, having had Jimmie, but Beryl's father must be very different because of his accident. It was "Mom" that she most wanted to know. She hoped Beryl's mother would kiss her. At the thought her heart gave a quick little beat.
She's such a dear and she's so rich and she's travelled around so much." "Why, bless the heart of her, she's nothing but a child!" "Mother!" Beryl's voice rang impatiently. "We'll just never grow up in your eyes! Why, Robin's twenty. Well, I should think anyone'd like Tom Granger." "Oh, my dear!" And Mother Moira, reading the girl's heart with her wise mother-eyes, gave a tiny sigh.
Gradually, very gradually, the mists cleared from Beryl's brain, and she opened her eyes dreamily, and stared about her with a feeling that she had been asleep for years. She was lying propped upon carriage-cushions in the shade of an immense boulder, and as she discovered this fact, memory flashed swiftly back upon her. She had fainted, of course, in her foolish, weak, womanly fashion.
As to the boy well, thank Heaven, mother had taken him; he was mother's, or Beryl's, or anybody's who wanted him. She had hardly held him in her arms. She was so indifferent about him that as he lay there... Linda glanced down. The boy had turned over. He lay facing her, and he was no longer asleep. His dark-blue, baby eyes were open; he looked as though he was peeping at his mother.
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